Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
We almost kissed earlier. And by the time he dropped me home, I was wondering and hoping he’d pick up where we left off. My core pulsed as he leaned forward and tucked my hair behind my ear, his lips brushing against my cheek.
I couldn’t remember how to breathe, but he only whispered, “It’s okay to admit you had fun with me, Heather. I won’t tell anyone.”
With that, and disappointment souring my stomach, he left. It took every ounce of my self-respect not to demand he kiss me. It’s a good thing I didn’t.
He was telling the truth, though. I enjoyed the time with him. The dinner, the conversation, even the usual teasing. And the dance? Well, he wasn’t lying when he said he took lessons. It showed in the way he moved so effortlessly.
The last time I had that much fun on a date? Well, my memory eludes me. Most of my dates were more concerned about their achievements and bragging about the shiny toys they bought instead of listening to what I had to say. Even Alex.
Especially Alex. He liked hearing the sound of his own voice, and he would talk nonstop about all the people he met, the politicians and billionaires he rubbed elbows with, and the celebrities on his contact list.
I expected the worst from Baron, and he surprised me. I remember that smirk I know so well, the playful glint in his eyes, the way he held me during the dance, the heat coming off his body as he sat beside me in the car, his hot breath against my ear.
God, what changed between us?
Lying on my four-poster bed, I stare at the ceiling and wonder when was the exact time Baron went from a “no way, never, over my dead body” to “he’s not so bad”. My hands run down my nightgown, and I reach under the hem, slipping my fingers inside my panties, not remotely surprised to find myself wet.
Wet for Baron.
How the tables have turned.
I think of his body—the hard chest, the shoulders tapering down to a slim waist, muscular thighs, the veiny hands—and his piercing gaze. Desire sinks its claws on me, and I slide my middle finger inside my pussy and let out a long moan.
Baron smugly running his fingers along my exposed skin. Baron brushing his mouth across every part of me, exploring, memorizing every curve and dip. Baron’s hands taking over where his mouth was. Baron’s cock inside me, stretching my walls.
In out. In out. In out.
I imagine my finger as his cock, but of course, his is nowhere near the size of my thin, short digit. I know it. I just know it. He won’t be as cocky if he didn’t have a thick slab of meat between his legs.
And what I would give to find out.
I’m teasing my clit when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. I ignore it, but it vibrates again.
My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth, and I jerk the phone and swipe on the screen. It’s Baron. My God. Does he have a sixth sense or something?
Baron: Don’t think about me too much tonight. See you on Sunday, Heather.
Guilt begins to eat at me, and I suck in a strained breath. I want to feel disgusted at myself, but I don’t. My mind is full of Baron, and I can’t think of anything else except chasing that high from orgasm.
I could just sleep this off.
Or…
Ah.
With my eyes still fixed on the ceiling, I can feel the pull of that little toy hiding in my drawer. It’s a bad idea, and I’ll probably hate myself for it, but the temptation is too strong to ignore.
The rational part of me insists that Baron is different from all the men I’ve dated, which is why it’s more intrigue than desire. But the other part, driven by lust and unexplained attraction, insists otherwise. The urge grows, gnawing at my resolve.
No!
Yes!
With a reluctant groan, I give in. I open the drawer and snatch that tiny purple vibrator Andrea gifted me when Alex and I broke up. The decision is made, and I slip it inside my pussy.
The second I turn it on, my thighs clench and I cross my legs, trapping the vibrator, thinking about Baron’s cock buried deep inside me. I’m already so primed that it doesn’t take me long, and I dig my ass into the mattress while tightening my inner muscles, suctioning around the toy.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out, and I slide the toy in and out of me.
Oh!
I squeeze my breasts as I come, pleasure wracking my body, my thighs shaking until I’m boneless.
As I descend back to earth, I wait for the guilt, the disbelief, and the self-loathing.
None of them come. Only I did.
5
BARON
The party is in full swing when we arrive, which isn’t my style at all. I like getting there before everyone else, only because it puts me at an advantage when I can keep track of guests’ arrival. It’s something dear old dad taught me—he only ever taught me skills I could use in our business.